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Straight on Til Morning	By : LuluPopalot Category: M through R > Peter Pan > Het Views: 5319 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Peter Pan, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Thanks for the lovely reviews!
I wasn't going to update today, but here I go, whore for reviews that I am.
Theankh, I'm afraid you'll have to wait a bit longer for the tension breaker, but maybe the end of this chapter will help.
The song is by Aimee Mann.
Thanks for reading.
-L

The evening wore on, and she drank and laughed with the crew. Church appeared with a small guitar, and led the crew in several loud drinking songs. Then someone called out for a song with a Spanish title, and the others murmured encouragement as they settled back, either sitting or leaning against the ship. Laura found herself sitting on some boxes and leaning back against the railing, closing her eyes against the wind.
She opened her eyes again once Church started singing. His voice was warm and deep as he sang in Spanish. She didn’t understand the words, but the melody was full of loss and longing. She looked around at the crew, and saw she was not the only one affected. Most were transfixed by the song. Others were looking wistfully off into the distance. She looked up at the captain, and her breath caught in her throat.
He was looking right at her. Memories of the previous night at that very wheel flashed in her mind as she felt her insides tighten. But the fire that was in his gaze last night had been replaced with a deep melancholy. Laura knew she should turn away, but she could do nothing but look back at him, aware that her own expression was far too open. Even as the spell seemed to break with the ending of Church’s song, and Hook turned away, her eyes lingered on his profile until she heard her name being called.
She looked around and found Church giving her a knowing look.
‘Sorry,’ she managed, flushing a bit at being caught.
‘I asked if you would like to play a song for us,’ he said, smiling.
Laura looked horrified. ‘Are you kidding? After you? No thanks!’
‘Aww come on!’ ‘Please miss!’ came the calls around her as she looked helplessly around. Church walked over to her and held out his hand.
‘It’s been too long since we’ve heard a woman’s voice on this ship,’ he said softly.
‘But I’m not very good, really,’ she said, feeling a bit of panic rise and ignoring his hand.
Church shrugged. ‘They just want to hear your voice,’ he said.
‘But,’ she started again, but stopped as Church shook his head.
‘Fine, but I’m sitting here,’ she said huffily. Maybe they’re all too drunk to care, she prayed. The crew clapped as Church handed the guitar to her.
She shook her hands out to steady them and wracked her brain for a song. Thankfully she had a boyfriend once that had taught her a couple of chords on the guitar. From there, she had managed to pick out a couple of her favorite songs. Taking a shaky breath, she strummed a chord. She looked up as a hush fell over the crew.
Giving a crooked smile, she said ‘I warned you.’
Nerves gripped her throat and her voice was soft as she started.
You look like a perfect fit
For a girl in need of a tourniquet
But can you save me
Come on and save me
If you could save me
From the ranks of the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone
Her voice became stronger as her nervousness started to fade.
'Cause I can tell
You know what it's like
The long farewell of the hunger strike
But can you save me
Come on and save me
If you could save me
From the ranks of the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone
You struck me dumb like radium
Like Peter Pan or Superman
You will come to save me
She smiled at the line, but didn’t notice the intake of breath from her audience.
C'mon and save me
If you could save me
From the ranks of the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone
'Cept the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone
But the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone
C'mon and save me
Why don't you save me
If you could save me
From the ranks of the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone
Except the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone
Except the freaks who could never love anyone
Applause and shouts broke out, but when Laura looked up she didn’t look at the men surrounding her. Her eyes went immediately up to the helm.
But the captain was gone.
She blinked at Church as she handed back the guitar, shaking her head to beg off playing another song. She gave him a thankful, if shaky, smile when he started playing a more upbeat song that quickly drew the attention of the crew. But instead of joining in, she turned her back on the crowd and closed her eyes.
The cool wind swept across her face as she focused on her breathing, trying to loosen the knot that had appeared in her chest. She felt dizzy from emotion and alcohol, and cursed herself for drinking so much. But she had wanted to fit in, and she had definitely made friends this evening.
But not with the person you want, that annoying voice said in her mind.
She sighed, not arguing. There was a definite attraction there. And maybe it would work out fine. Like Moonlighting or Who’s the Boss? Once they had hooked up, all the magic would be gone. Just get it out of her system, right?
But there were dangers of ‘getting it out of your system’ with a pirate captain.
But maybe he wouldn’t be that way. He really doesn’t seem the love-em-and-throw-em-to-the-crocodile type. He seemed genuinely offended when she had insinuated as much.
But he’s really a bad guy in the movies.
But this isn’t a movie.
‘Dammit,’ she muttered, and turned around. The crew had broken up into groups again, still drinking and singing loud songs. She went to the closest group who immediately offered her their bottle. She took a long drink and handed it back. Taking a deep breath and squaring her shoulders, she head up the stairs to the helm.
Hook was back at the wheel, but he gave her only a glance as she headed towards him.
She stood beside him, facing out to the sea. She felt strangely peaceful in the silence.
‘I didn’t mean to offend,’ she said quietly, but with a slight teasing in her tone.
‘What do you mean?’ he asked.
Annoyingly polite as ever, she thought.
‘I was sure I scared you off with my singing.’
‘On the contrary,’ he said softly. ‘You have a lovely voice.’
‘Thank you,’ she said, still looking over the ocean as they fell into silence again.
After a while, she looked up and saw a star shining brightly.
‘Second star to the right and straight on til morning,’ she murmured.
Hook looked quickly at her. ‘How did you know that?’
She shrugged, but didn’t turn to face him. ‘I told you. You’re a fairy tale. Once upon a time, Peter Pan,’ she heard the intake of breath from Hook but kept went on, dreamily, ‘took Wendy Darling and her brothers from their bedroom window to Neverland. Second star to the right and straight on til morning. The land of fairies and mermaids and the Lost Boys. And the fierce Captain James Hook and his pirates on the Jolly Roger. It’s called Peter Pan, but it’s really about Wendy growing up. She’s torn between Peter, who will always be a little boy, and Hook, who embodies all she fears about being an adult. He’s cruel, deceptive, but charming and attractive. ’
‘And who does she choose?’ Hook whispered, still studying her profile.
Laura gave a low chuckle. ‘Neither, really. She goes home, to grow up on her own. That’s the part I never related to.’
‘Why is that?’
‘What happens when we get to Neverland tomorrow?’ she asked.
Hook gaped at her a moment, taken aback by her obviously ignoring his question. After a quick shake of his head, he regained his composure and matched her stance to stare over the ship.
‘The men will unload the cargo, deliver it to those who require it…’ he started, but was interrupted.
‘Does the crew stay on the ship after it’s docked?’ she asked.
‘Some do. Some have homes on the island they spend time at,’ he replied, beginning to feel frustrated at the turn of the conversation.
‘Do you have a home?’
Hook sighed wearily. ‘I do, but I prefer to spend most of my time of the ship.’
‘So we wouldn’t necessarily have to see each other all the time, then?’
Ignoring the mysterious pain that pierced his heart at her words, Hook replied coldly, ‘No, I would think not.’
‘Good,’ she said, finally turning to face him. Placing her hand on his arm as she stepped closer, she held his gaze. ‘Because the reason I didn’t like the ending of the story was because…’ she paused. Raising her self onto her tiptoes, she pressed her cheek against his to whisper ‘…I would have chosen Captain Hook.’
Hook slowly pulled back to look into her eyes, only inches away. He had barely processed her statement when suddenly her lips were on his. He groaned at their softness and pulled her closer, wanting to feel the length of her pressed up against him. This time, it was she that invaded his mouth first, running her tongue across his lips before pulling the lower one into her mouth to suck at it gently. She felt him shiver as her fingers fondled the soft hair at the nape of his neck, and gave her own moan as he deepened the kiss with fierce need.
After a long moment, they broke apart, breathless.
‘I’d like to stay in your cabin tonight,’ she said, her voice husky as she looked at him, her meaning showing in her dark eyes.
He pulled away, but left his hands at her waist, and was pleased that hers remained on his shoulders. Hook closed his eyes as a grimace crossed his features. ‘And as much as I would like to join you, I have to helm the ship tonight.’ He clarified upon seeing confusion furrow her brow. ‘I’m the only one that can get us safely to port.’
For a moment, Laura looked up at him, not comprehending. Then she laughed, dropping her head to his chest. Shaking her head, she looked back up at him.
‘It’s called timing, and it’s something that I’ve never had,’ she said wryly.
‘I assure you that starting tomorrow, we’ll have all the time in the world,’ he said. Then he pulled her closer and leaned down. ‘And I will be taking my time with you, Miss Laura,’ he growled into her ear.
‘I’m counting on it,’ she replied, before capturing his lips again in a brief kiss. ‘Now,’ she said, stepping away from him reluctantly, ‘I better retire before we give the crew too much of a show.’
‘Please make yourself comfortable in my cabin,’ he said evenly, but Laura noted that the politeness seemed a bit more forced than usual.
‘I plan on it,’ she said, giving him a final suggestive look before walking away, smug in the knowledge that his eyes were following her.
She said good night to the few crew members she saw on her way to the cabin, rolling her eyes at the pointed look she received from Church. Once inside the cabin, she leaned back against the door, closing her eyes. She tried to slow the rapid beat of her heart with deep breaths, but calming the effect the captain had on her was going to be more difficult.
She made her way through the dark cabin to the bed, stumbling and pealing off her clothes as she went. She sighed as she slipped between the cool sheets, and wondered if her spinning head was due to the rum or the man she had just propositioned. She smiled and squirmed a bit at the thought of him. She turned her head and inhaled deeply his smell which was all over the pillow. Thinking of his warm hand, she ran her own palm across her belly and shivered. She hesitated a moment, but thoughts of his hot eyes and her own burning need prevailed as she grazed her fingertips along her inner thigh.
She sighed and arched as her fingers brushed against her dampening folds. She licked her lips and smiled to still taste him as her middle finger pushed against her core. Thinking of his kisses, she found her most sensitive place and massaged it in small circles. Thoughts of Hook filled her as her paced increased; the softness of his hair, the fierceness of his tongue. But it was when she thought of the cold steel of his hook that the warmth began to spread, and she soon found herself arching in her release and panting his name.
Her heart slowing, she turned onto her side and was soon asleep, smiling.
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